This was the conversation I had in the car after removing F from a bowling alley last Friday night because she was running around it, delirious from being up so long past her bedtime. I thought in the quiet of her car seat she might give it up and fall asleep while I sat in the front seat staring at the neon lights in the rearview mirror.
F: Drive-uh de cah, Mommy.
Me: Honey, I’m not going to drive the car right now, we’re waiting on Daddy and Sissy to come out.
F: Drive-uh de cah, Mommy.
Me: Remember, we’re waiting on Daddy and Sissy to come out.
F: Drive-uh de cah, Mommy.
Me: Sweetie, do you remember who we’re waiting on to come out?
F: Drive-uh de cah, Mommy.
Me: Not until Daddy and Sissy come out.
Repeat above two lines, oh, about four hundred more times.
F: Drive-uh de CAH, MOMMY.
Me: I LOST THE KEYS, OK?
Blissful, blissful silence.
F: Wheh are de keys, Mommy?
Not as blissful silence.
F: Wheh are de keys, Mommy?
Good times.